Driving the (so-called) dreary New England Highway.

Posted: 2015-02-24 in Uncategorized

Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were one of my countrymen, a compatriot, someone to cheer on, to support in a foreign land.

Then I learned that you’re an “old boy” of la-di-da Grammar School, back home.

And the affinity is instantly broken.

We aren’t from the same country (land) (reality) after all…

My experience is nothing like yours.

I have much more in common with another from the periphery in another realm, even if our languages (or national anthems) don’t match.

So, forgive me as I leave the stadium early, disillusioned and haunted by demons of the past. You will hear my cheering no more.

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